Vilvoorde: wash

arqios


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if we stretched out rumpled sheets

sunlit opalescent shades shape

there on an open square, each step



without a care, through a wan smile

thundrin' pain unrolls, with each flash

a stumblin' stain recedes



                 then moonlight polishes

    over each bump and every scrape

as if struck out in utter defeat



 

 

 

 

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  • orchidee

    Good write A.

    • arqios

      ...thanks O for being the first here at the comment box. So glad you thought this was good. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

    • sorenbarrett

      With each reading the poem becomes less cryptic. Sheets in the wind billowing under sun images of a wash out to dry and what sheets are these? A wan smile not feeling well. Illness? Thundering pain, storm, metaphor, bring in the wash. A receding stain. And stained from what? Moonlight end of day. Polishes past damage seen as utter defeat. Like bringing in still wet wash due to a storm little gained in the wash. Rambling thoughts. Hope all is well with you. Loved the poem

      • arqios

        Most definitely well, just dusting off a poem that began in the 90s, little to change and now hoping to find its public. I am truly encouraged by these "rambling thoughts;" looking back it has a matching up with the bleh-ness of those days when I had gone through a spell of a sort of 'cabin fever.' It was early winter as well when the wash didn't quite dry as crisp and toasty otherwise. Thanks kindly πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

      • arqios

        Now this is a tough one

      • Poetic Licence

        I have to be honest I have enjoyed reading this but I am still trying to work it, which makes it more fun.

        • arqios

          I could only say to follow your gut feel and the words shall paint the thought. Thanks for your kind words. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome

          • Tony36

            Great write

            • arqios

              Thanks TonyπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

              • Tony36

                You're welcome

              • Mourgana of the Fey

                Hello,

                This poem grasped my attention straight away. For me the language used was so much attuned coming from deep inner sources. It had the ability to become this kind of voyaging energy that you captured so well. Really liked the subtle word phrases. It felt completed. An inspiring read! I will surely be reading more of your work. Greetings and blessings,
                R

                • arqios

                  Many thanks, R; you are much appreciated πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                • orchidee

                  ....Not that I understand all the cryptic phrases - of course, I hardly ever do! lol.

                  • arqios

                    So as long as you enjoyed the reading process OπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                  • Cheeky Missy

                    Fascinating and intriguing with delicious imagery and a tantalizing poignancy, how shall I look or answer? You leave me standing like a bird on one foot, uncertain whither the mists lead. Thank you for sharing

                    • arqios

                      Your engagement is much appreciated and ever encouraging, thanking you kindly πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                    • Tristan Robert Lange

                      Excellent write that demands multiple reads and is layered in metaphor. I also love how the shape of the poem resembles, at least to me, sheets hung out in the wind. Brilliantly done, my friend! πŸŒΉπŸ‘

                      • arqios

                        Sheets hung out, beautiful image… used to run between them as they baked in the sunny breeze. Thanks my friend πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

                        • Tristan Robert Lange

                          Indeed. Me too. You're most welcome. πŸ–€πŸ™

                        • David Wakeling

                          This creates a melancholic mood of a mind nit yet defeated.Enjoyable read

                          • arqios

                            There is no defeat until conceded, yay πŸ™ŒπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                          • Goldfinch60

                            Super words arqios, may that moonlight polish all our lives.

                            Andy



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